Romans & histoires How Not To Kill Yourself

"I want to kill myself! Let it go!" "Stop being silly!" Vincenzo snarled. He yanked the stick from her grasp with brute force, throwing it far away into the bushes. Anna collapsed back onto the ground, sobbing into the dirt. "I can't keep on living without my grandmother! I can't!" Vincenzo exhaled slowly, then moved to her side and placed his hand gently but firmly on her shoulder. “I know it’s hard,” he said quietly. “But killing yourself is not the answer.”

"After, we'll see. But not right away." "I can't just exist. I can't just breathe. I think about them. About him. About her. About what they're doing right now. About what they're saying to each other. About what they're doing to each other." "Stop." "I can't." "Yes. You have to. For you. For your mental health. Stop imagining. It's killing you." "I'm already dead." "No. You're alive. And you're standing. And you're not alone."

I answered. “Well, I don't think that's a reason to almost drown yourself, life is beyond this. I can see that man has the hots for you even if he doesn't know, he feels something for you, that's a start. Whenever you feel depressed, take his card and go on a shopping fee instead of drowning in sorrows and wanting to end your life.” She advised, my eyes popped out and almost unhinged itself from the socket.

Because of the force he used to drag me out of the water, I swallowed a whole lot of it and started coughing profusely. “Are you insane? What is wrong with you?!” Rue shouted, gripping my arms tightly. “You want to drown yourself—for what? For something that simple that happened? What would you gain from killing yourself?” He was screaming, but my vision was too blurry to clearly see him, let alone process what he was saying. “I was…” I tried to explain, my voice barely audible. “What excuse do you have?” Rue barked. “You think you’re the only one who’s got problems in this life? So why do you think you have the right to kill yourself? What does that make you, huh?!”

He told me I was a tease and that I was provoking him every day in class, with my long blonde hair and my perfect smile and ass. I hated myself for a long time. I tried to kill myself twice. The first time, I overdosed on pain meds, if Gerry never came up early that day, I would have been six feet under right now. The second time, I locked myself in my mom's car and tried to kill myself by carbon monoxide poisoning. Mom and Dad found me before it could put me to sleep forever.

If he forced himself on me he would surely tear me into two! I had to make a move soon or else there would be serious trouble. I started rushing through the best murdering techniques in my head. Firstly, I couldn’t attack him while he was awake. He would be too strong, I needed to wait until he fell deeply asleep and moved his arm from my waist. While waiting for him to release my waist, I continued plotting how to take my revenge.

He did not get to finish his statement when I ran into the kitchen to go grab a knife. “Aspen, what are you doing??” His eyes narrowed at me once he noticed the knife. “What does it look like? I'm ending it. Right now. I die, my mother dies. End of story.” She was the only reason why I was living. If she died, I would lose myself. “Aspen, don't be stupid,” Killian warned. I sniffled, “I will choose to be stupid. It's better if I just die. I'm going to kill myself and you—”

"Do what?" "You hate me so much. You're so bent on destroying me, you couldn't let me die. Why didn't you let me die?" she screams as tears roll down her face. "Your life would've been so much better without me. You always said that. Yet when I tried to kill myself, you stopped me! I hate you, Lance! I hate you! You told me to kill myself, and now you stopped me! You don't even understand what I have been through. You don't know the pain I feel! You have everything! Everything! You should let me die and stop pretending like you actually care!" "Just because I tell you to kill yourself doesn't mean you should do it! Are you dumb?!"

The tears fall on the floor, forming a kind of design on the floor. "But why can't I kill myself? I desperately want to kill myself... Why is it so difficult? I do not want to live anymore?" I scream with all my voice. "You can't kill yourself... It's not just possible. You Will have to bear with it. Take a look at the place where you pierced yourself, is the mark still there?" She ask and immediately I turn my head to the spot where I pierced myself and I search for it in vain. I am in shock.

I was going to end it all If I died , I wouldn’t be able to feel the pain that ran deep in my heart It was either I killed myself or slowly the pain Vitali kept causing me was going to kill me. Either way, my death was going to be unnatural Making up my mind, I ran to grab a knife from the kitchen, I was going to slice through my pulse and let myself bleed to death. But I didn’t have the courage, it was going to hurt. I grabbed a rope and tied it to my room fan. I was going to hang myself instead I was staring at the rope, wondering if I really wanted to do this. It was going to hurt too I decided to give up on that too and think of something else that wouldn’t hurt so much